a little US Navy history- liberty patches

Liberty cuffs are a form of unauthorized personal decoration applied to the inside of the cuffs of military uniforms, which became popular in the United States Navy in the early 1900s and were imitated by other U.S. military branches starting around World War I. Liberty cuffs were embroidered patches sewn on the inside cuffs of sailors’ uniform shirts or jackets; the patches could only be seen when the cuffs were rolled up, which the sailor would do while on “liberty” or shore leave away from his ship.
Decorative stitching on Navy uniform cuffs was banned in 1910, forcing sailors to switch to a covert form of embroidered decoration.[1] The cuffs were noted as popular prior to World War II in the United States Asiatic Fleet, including dragons and other popular regional symbols.[2] Popular WWII imagery included dragons, mermaids, as well as dolphins for those working on submarines and birds for those working with aircraft

nice review on Hideout Heart

I don’t know the reviewer, but it was a paranormal romance blog:

This is a short story that moves really fast. Sabon has just started her job at a bank and it going thru all the paperwork. While taking a break she goes and looks at the old vault when the unexpected happens. The vault door closes and she is locked in. When someone finally gets the door open its not who she is expecting. Its some bank robbers and somehow she has been transported back into 1933. They take her hostage and make her into a maid and cook. While at the farm she meets Lowell and they fall in love but will Lowell be able to save Sabon when the robbers job goes wrong? I give this a 4 fang review

should I have tossed out all my video tapes back in 2004?

Now that I look back, maybe videotapes were pretty good.  A) they were cheap.  B) your VCR was easy to use.  Four main buttons, start, stop, forward, backward.  C)  The movie ran from beginning credits + title to movie content to showing the end credits.  Granted there were no subtitles, but you could crank up the volume to compensate for this.  You couldn’t leave them out in your car in freezing temps though.

Then they invented DVDs.  They were more expensive.  The DVD player and remote had a lot of confusing instructions.  The movies sometimes played in a normal manner.  Many times the options area is at the end of the DVD.  So you have to get to the end to set up subtitles (sometimes).  When  DVDs  were rented from the video store, many times they were covered with greasy fingerprints.  People (kids specifically) just had to touch that silvery surface. This was never a problem with video tapes, they were enclosed in a heavy plastic jacket.  And both of them were not made to last forever.  Lastly, now they are pushing Blu-ray dvd’s and the studios are only putting special features on these, not cheaper DVDs.

I was born under a rock and proud of it

I was born under a rock and don’t try to hide the fact. I never understand people who try to embellish their past. Why not be truthful about it? I love the Dr. Ben Carson book Healing Hands His early life was very sparse and he didn’t try to hide it later on. Why should you or anyone else do this? Why pretend to be who you are not? If the truth comes out later you will be ridiculed. Just be yourself and be humble. I learned a new word last week in our writing group- EPOCH. WELL! I didn’t know what this word meant or how to pronounce it. There are 250,000 words in the English language and believe me nobody knows all of them! It was nice to learn a new word. But I may forget it and never use it in everyday speech or writing. I looked it up in the dictionary this morning to refresh my puny mind. A better idea might be to write 50 sentences using this word. Now that might work!

empty coffee cups and hanging out dry clothes to dry—again!

nnnn7When you see actors drink whiskey from a bottle (say in a cowboy movie like “Appaloosa” I watched last night) in a saloon you figure they are swilling tea, right?  When I watch my soap, Days of Our lives, they are always drinking hot tea/cocoa/coffee from empty coffee cups.  It seems funny, but who would want to risk a spill on their clothing or getting latte foam on their upper lip?  the cups are a always spotless inside (what you can see of the inside).  no tea or coffee lines, no mini marshmallows sticking to the rim, etc.

Another funny thinf I have noticed for many years is the women in movies who march out into the backyard to hang up the wash on the clothes lines. Of course, these are not modern housewives who use a drier.  No, they have to go outside so they can look for someone like Shane to ride up on the horizon.  They will hang out dry clothes on the lines.  Nothing is ever wet, you can tell.  they just clip them up and pretend they are wet.

when you pass away, shouldn’t all your accounts get cancelled?

OOOI just had a Twitter notification through my Yahoo about several celebrities trending on Twitter.  One was Joan Rivers.  I looked at the link and she still does have an active authorized account.  This is a little creepy.  It looks like her daughter  Melissa still posts stuff on there.  Melissa said ‘she figured out her mother’s password.’    I think Melissa is having big problems letting go.  What do you think?   Would you like someone to keep posting stuff on social media after you had passed away? Not to sound cruel but…

another day in hospital land

ooooooOne day dragged into the next. It was so boring. The month was August and the room was warm. My window looked out onto a corner of the parking lot. I could see a little bit of the lawn and some parked cars. I was on the third floor I believe. So I could not see people walking on the sidewalk. The doctor never came into the room at all once I was placed in there. Nobody did tests on me, drew blood, nothing. Nurses just brought me food three times a day and gave me sponge baths. I don’t remember what kind of food they fed me, it must have been bland , typical hospital food. I wish I could remember! With no one to talk to the days were very long. I got used to sleeping without a pillow and kept this up for years afterward. It is funny you get can get accustomed to different things that are uncomfortable at first. Finally it was discharge day! I was so excited! My legs felt funny, rubbery-like when I got up and sat on the edge of the bed. I don’t remember it, but they probably put me in a wheelchair to take me down to the first floor Discharge area.

my second day in County– no seriously it was still the hospital

hhhhhhhIt turned out I had a hairline fracture of my skull and a concussion. If that is what death is like, it was so quick- like the snap of your fingers. One minute I’m getting off a pony (sort of half-way falling) and then– bingo– it is the next day! To this day I don’t know who paid my hospital bill. My mother sure didn’t have money for this. Maybe I was in the “free room”- heck I don’t know. No one ever mentioned it and my mother never said anything. I was in a room all by myself, with no television. Later my brother brought me a radio so I would have something to listen to. Maybe he brought me some MAD magazines. I’m not sure on the magazines but do remember the radio. I had to stay flat in the bed—no pillow– for 7 days. I wasn’t supposed to get up at all. This was like a lifetime when you’re a kid. It was so boring and I had no visitors except the nurses. My mother came a couple times to bring dry shampoo to clean my hair. I didn’t know they even had this stuff! She had to go to the drugstore to buy it. It was pleasant having my hair cleaned this way, sort of dusting it with talcum powder– sort of. Anyway it cleaned my hair pretty good and smelled good. There was no air conditioning in the hospital, can you believe that? Nowadays we would think this was a Third World hospital!

the day I woke up–behind bars!

I thought you’d like this title. I was 11 years old and had fallen off a pony. I landed on my head on a hard dirt country road. Back then wearing helmets was optional and most parents didn’t care if their children used one or not. I was knocked unconscious. Actually later I found out everyone thought I was dead. They drove me to the ER. Fast forward to the next day. I woke up to find a doctor staring at me. He asked me if I knew who I was. I thought that was a dumb question. But kids didn’t sass grownups back then, so I said my name. I was looking through bars! Yes, bars! There was a shortage of beds that day so they put me in a crib! Later that morning they had bed space so I was put up in a room. They took me to X ray before this and I was placed on a big flat metal table. I cried because I was scared. I thought Xrays might be painful. Then I was taken back to my room. (more on this tomorrow)